Apocalypse befell, and roommates performed a skyward ritual. As the fog descended, the Book of Blood Spirit appeared in the hands of all survivors, and only those with a Contract monster could survive. Su Han directed his gaze to the neighbor who had already mutated and twisted, silently pulling out a gleaming fruit knife... Grotesque meat corpses, giant spiders with gaping mouths, eyeballs enveloping the city, one-eyed sharp-toothed hand monsters... Civilization fell, cities shattered, and all humans became meat for the monsters. There was only one way to survive: Use monsters to fight monsters.
"Zhao Hui, how do you feel?"
Guo Gang asked, concerned for his wife, stepping forward with his face full of worry.
Having just completed the contract, Zhao Hui only felt a sense of relief wash over her body, her usual minor ailments gone. She shook her head and whispered, "I feel very comfortable, there's nothing wrong, it's just a little strange controlling it."
Zhao Hui was somewhat unaccustomed to controlling the Angel Envoy; it felt like an independently operating puppet, like a tool but also not quite the same, especially since the Angel Envoy flesh corpse was transformed from a human.
"You'll get used to it. Right now, only the Angel Envoy can protect us."
"Has everyone completed their contract?"
Su Han had already discussed it on his side and came over after deciding on their next destination.
Seeing Su Han approaching, the three including Zhao Hui immediately replied, "The contract is complete, and there's no discomfort."